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Ensammast I Estland could walk to Tallinn if rny poor feet weren’t stuck to my memory. To your memory. You say ‘Akkurat som og du’ but then you fool me. hen you fool yourself and we all deceive ourselves together. And we get lost as if all the romances in the world fell with us- told you. Now you watch it from the top because, for you, waiting in unbearable [like a look to the Hárma bridge. You always knew about my passion for it. I couldn’t have helped ‘ove].

You don’t like the artificial lights, nor the cold, not even me. You always blame the snow, the Baltic Sea, the distance. The problem Swip to next page is that am too literal’ words – but no eff rating my own OF2 effort Will be able to change your conception. However, don’t want you to understand. You put strings around all the things that should be free, including our best plans. And then you disagree when say that I need to walk, know every race and step left in the corners ofthls city.

It would be as if we were on the benches of the Reacoja Plats. Me, taking a lot of pictures. You, laughing at my lack of talent. Even for the arts. My soul can’t even product the most tenuous literary scream, and you said that we could have gone in the past. Now fight against the world’s immobility. All the weight installed on my shoulders, driving me breathless. l’ll fight, but l’ll go to Tallinn. Alone.